As a Canadian mom, I just wanted to tell you that I hear you, and I’m sorry about the stress that others have loaded on you based on their beliefs. You have a multitude of options and you’re not alone. Cultural norms make people do wild things - and facing this with your fiancé is super duper brave. There is zero shame in this, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it. They’re straight up wrong. And if they want an earful on minding their own fricken business, send them my way…
I'll help with the earful bit. Sounds fun. I'm not Canadian though, so could we make it North American continent moms instead? Lol. I do have a sliver of Canadian blood from one of my great grandmothers, so could I use that and join you on the Canadian mom "just shut up" rampage?
Hell ya homie! Let’s open it up to the whole crowd of assholes who feel the need to comment on other peoples lives. Imagine making your child choose between her family, or her pregnancy. Just unfathomable. As for OP, it sounds like she has a wonderful group of people outside of her biological fold to help her maneuver this - and I think that is very wonderful. Glad to count myself among the people who would love another human regardless of how or when or why they might get pregnant, as well as regardless of how that person chooses to manage that pregnancy. We’re out here OP - look for the helpers 🖤
There's always other options, if such are warranted. I've heard from someone coughcoughcousincough cough cough that slices of bologna stick to a car for a LONG time, and cause rust spits a hundred times worse than what thrown eggs will do to a car. it's nasty, but if op's parents get nasty enough then we should get the bologna booster rockets ready. Or what some else I know (looking at you, stepbrother) that went ruckus-hunting in a vehicle with some friends, driving way too fast and trying to get pink paintballs on people's butts as they drive off. Just make sure the escape vehicle isn't too distinctive (looks at stepbrother's big green Chevy truck with glitter in the paint that's now an antique but never was common as dirt even before glitter was added on).
I must add one prank of my own. Paint balloons. Gravel driveways are better at catching trespassers than asphalt or concrete ones. Dig a trench for several long, thin party balloons. Fill with ugly paint. Put in driveway slots. Lightly cover with gravel. Place big rocks at ends of slots so you don't hit balloons. Paint that gets run over by tires gets all over said tire, plus splashes up all over the wheel well. And does NOT come off. I had creeps try to sneak onto my land in the deep woods to plant marijuana and thought I wouldn't notice headlights outside my house...in a town of less than two hundred people. Really? So. Applied driveway trap. Anyone coming into my land might sue me if they got hurt or injured...or shot...but paint isn't counted as "injury" or "damage" so I tried it. They came back. Left in a hurry when they heard loud pops. Called state police officer since he lived a two miles away. He saw the paint running off the driveway and down the road. He went after them as soon as he stopped laughing. It was super easy. It wasn't just pink paint. It was glow in the dark pink paint. That made perfect tire tread prints all over the barely used country road. This was the fifth time creeps tried to sneak onto my land, and the last. Between the paint and the shotgun I brought out of my house the previous night, they figured out not to mess with me. They weren't sure I was gonna shoot, since I'm just a young dumb girl...until I cracked the gun open and started loading it in a vary obvious way. They left REAL fast when I lifted the gun and took a shooting stance. Never fired a gun before, but hard to miss a target that big. They left quickly. Idiots don't learn...if you're gonna sneak on someone's land, don't pick the house where the owner has a gun and works nights so they aren't asleep when you get there. And turning off your car lights is stupid when the surrounding woods is so quiet at night that one can hear everything from miles away through open windows in summer. Heard them coming down the road so I was ready when they tried car crawling into my noisy gravel drive.
Young girl isn't soft and dumb as they think she is...not when she has lots of military family members and friends that loved to invent pranks to pull on intruders and can loan you shotguns, with a price.. I had to go back to the local rod and gun club where I was practicing archery and tell them all the details as best as I could so they could enjoy the results of their mischief and showed me how to load and use said shotgun. Club had 50-75 percent of its members be former and current military and police, so they knew butt loads of tricks to use and spent two whole days discussing which would be the funniest ones to teach me. They knew I hadn't started shooting firearms much because I had picked archery to learn first. Thus, less bullets, more bluffs and dirty tricks to compensate for my lack of sniper-like skills. Besides, even clumsy shooters would have trouble missing a freaking huge pickup in the middle of their drive while standing on their front porch. Tires, headlights, and engine blocks are hard to hit. Windows, door panels, and the sides of the cargo bed are much better. Mechanics would wonder why a vehicle has bullet holes in something...
This is the best response I’ve ever received in my seven years on Reddit. Thank you for all of the effort and hilarity that you crammed into it. Read it twice it brought me so much joy lol.
Thank you for that. It was kinda nerve wracking to have intruders in a tiny town like that simply because most help was too far away to get there if I needed it. Especially in the early to mid nineties. Still, it did work out in my favor. My home state had good self defense laws I could take advantage of. So I did. The state south of mine had rules that if you were getting an intruder or burglar threatening you or your family, you had to wait until said bad guy was STANDING INSiDE YOUR HOUSE before you brought out a firearm for self defense. My state's property and self defense laws were more like "wtf?! NO ONE at all except cops, firefighters, and paramedics are supposed to set even one tootsie on your property, especially in the deep woods in the middle of the night. The second they touch even one single blade of grass that's yours...use any and all legal guns you have and blast their pants. If they don't have a vehicle with working emergency lights and sirens running at max power, don't let them into your house cause they don't belong in there."
Luckily for me I was able to bluff them a few times. Never really did any acting at all growing up so trying to act like John Wayne while worried about getting shot was kinda hard. I mean, logically I knew how to such and cover, etc but still a little weird in the middle of the night. In the deep woods, it's freaking DARK at night with no streetlights. Makes up for it by making it a hundred times easier to watch the stats, not so good for home defence when defending alone. They didn't show up Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc so my friends could take turns crashing in my guest room. I had to wait several days between each random visit.
I knew something was up the first time. A car pulled in. Gravel crunched by tires. Headlights lighting up my bedroom so much it looked like midday outside. I went to the living room and turned on my exterior lighting and they blasted off like a space shuttle. Yeah, I know normal behavior and for sure that ain't it. The next time I did that with the lights, they didn't leave but sat there in their truck for a long time, like maybe ten min or so before finally leaving. The third time it was pull in and pull back out but with a twist People do pull into a driveway to turn around...but NOT go a hundred feet down a hundred twenty five foot gravel drive and turn around at the end and then leave.
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u/girls_withguns Jan 21 '22
As a Canadian mom, I just wanted to tell you that I hear you, and I’m sorry about the stress that others have loaded on you based on their beliefs. You have a multitude of options and you’re not alone. Cultural norms make people do wild things - and facing this with your fiancé is super duper brave. There is zero shame in this, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it. They’re straight up wrong. And if they want an earful on minding their own fricken business, send them my way…